Henry Carter was furious as he listened outside. He pushed the door open and saw his mother holding his little sister Olivia Carter, both in tears. His five-year-old sister Olivia Carter shrank in fear in their mother’s arms, her small face and big eyes full of terror. Beside them stood two men and two women, each wearing a cold, indifferent smile.

"You still have the nerve to come here and ask for the old house?" Henry Carter pointed angrily at the plump woman with a mean, sharp face. "Aunt, when you worked in the company’s finance department and racked up tens of millions in bad accounts, who was it that you begged, crying and pleading, to help you cover it up?"

"Henry Carter, what nonsense are you talking about? Who made any bad accounts? Don’t you slander me." The thin man with a soft, sinister voice pointed at Henry Carter and shouted.

"And you, uncle, you embezzled company funds to invest and ended up losing millions. Who came to my house, kneeling and begging my dad to help you?" Henry Carter pointed at the thin, soft-voiced middle-aged man, his anger rising.

"Second uncle, you racked up a mountain of gambling debts and were almost forced to jump off a building. Who helped you then? You seduced women outside and were nearly hacked to death—who spent money and effort to save your life?" Henry Carter pointed at another pot-bellied middle-aged man and shouted angrily.

"Xingyu Group wanted to swallow up our family’s company. If my dad hadn’t stood up for everyone and fallen out with Xingyu, how would he have died so mysteriously?" Henry Carter gritted his teeth, glaring at the four of them. "But what about you? As soon as my dad died, you didn’t even show up for the funeral. You rushed to sell the company to Xingyu Group. Did you give a single cent of that money to us, a widow and orphans? And when you got married, who paid for your houses? Were they cheaper than the old house? When grandpa and grandma were alive, did you ever take care of them for even a day? And now you have the nerve to come and split the old house?"

"Don’t talk nonsense! That was all your dad acting on his own. The company was left by our father—why should he be the only one in charge? We have a share in the company too, and it’s only right for us to use company money." Second uncle David Carter said stubbornly.

"Second brother is right. Your dad was the one hogging the company. We’re just taking back what belongs to us. Anyway, no matter what you say today, it’s useless. Either give us money or sell the house—pick one. Otherwise, we’ll see you in court. No matter how far this lawsuit goes, you’re bound to lose." Aunt Grace Carter shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Exactly, it’s all your dad’s fault..." The others all started blaming Henry Carter’s deceased father.

Henry Carter was shaking with rage, feeling even more that his father had been wronged. When his dad took over the company, it was only worth a million or two. He worked hard, step by step, to build it up, but always had to clean up after his own family, nearly causing the company to go bankrupt several times because of their messes. In the end, he died mysteriously for the company, and after his death, this was the result—even his wife and children were bullied by these ungrateful relatives.

When Henry Carter’s father was alive, he always said, "We’re all family, there’s no need to be so calculating." Now, that seemed like the biggest joke of all.

If their family was truly in need, if they were really struggling, Henry Carter could accept it.

But look at the private aircraft they arrived in—each one worth at least a million. The money from selling the company was at least over a hundred million, all of it going into their pockets, not a single cent given to Henry Carter and his widowed mother and sister. No matter how hard up they claimed to be, there’s no way they didn’t even have a million left.

Chapter 5: Gale Mantis

Grace Carter and David Carter made a huge scene at Henry Carter’s home, leaving chaos in their wake. In the end, they threw down a harsh ultimatum: they had one month—either pay up or sell the house, or else see them in court.

"It’s all my fault, I can’t even keep the old house." Susan Russell hugged Olivia Carter, tears streaming down her face.

Susan Russell was a gentle woman. When Henry Carter’s father was alive, she was cared for like a princess—she didn’t even know how to sweep the floor, let alone do housework. After Henry Carter’s father passed away, Susan Russell managed to raise the two siblings on her own, and Henry Carter felt it hadn’t been easy for his mother.

"Mom, don’t worry. Dad may be gone, but I’m still here. I won’t let them take our house. You rest for now, I’ll go ask Uncle Bolton." Henry Carter dialed the number of the company’s former legal advisor, his father’s good friend, Mr. Bolton.

"Uncle Bolton, it’s Little Mason... Has your back been hurting lately?... I have some legal questions I’d like to consult you about... Here’s what happened..." After ending the call, Henry Carter’s face looked grim.

Now he could confirm that Grace Carter and the others weren’t lying—they did have a share of the inheritance. If it really went to court, the outcome would be just as Grace Carter said: either pay up or sell the house, those were the only two options.

"Little Mason, what did Mr. Bolton say?" Susan Russell asked Henry Carter nervously.

"Don’t worry, Mom. I’ve already asked Uncle Bolton. There’s a solution. You just focus on taking care of Little Olivia. Leave this to me—the house won’t be taken by anyone." Henry Carter said with a smile.

"That’s good... that’s good..." Susan Russell let out a long sigh of relief.